Please don't barf...

Today Hank and I went up to Marymoor to run him ragged for a while. It's over cast and cool out, but a good dog park day. So, we went up to the park, he ran all over the place, and swam a TON.

As we were in the grassy area playing with the ball, he was doing OK. But then he started to eat the grass! I had read somewhere when we first got him, or around that time, that it's OK if dog's eat grass, as long as they barf it up. So, I called Jeremiah quickly and he read that it's sometimes a digestive aid, and sometimes they just need the nutrients. So, we're staying in tonight to keep an eye on him. I came across this post about why dog's eat grass, and it's kind of funny, in that British sort of way.

In any event, he's been fine this afternoon, and no barfing. But, we sure aren't taking our chances...